UFO and Paranormal Stories

The Pillow Poker

The entity that shared the cottage with me was usually pretty good at keeping to the “agreement.” The entity could do whatever it wanted while I was gone. When I was home – it had to leave me alone. We only had problems when I watched Ghost Hunters or Destination Truth at night.

One night, after a Ghost Hunters marathon, I crawled in bed, pulled up the covers, and lay staring at the ceiling. Poke. Poke. Poke. “Jeff! Stop poking my pillow, ya little idiot!”

I rolled over on my side. Poke. Poke. Poke. “Come on! I’m trying to get to sleep, Bub!” Poke. Poke. Poke. I rolled over onto my stomach and raised up to yell at him. He wasn’t there. I leaned over and looked under my bed. He wasn’t there either. Then I remembered I had closed my door and he was on the other side of it.

I pointed at the empty spot behind my pillow. The entity was probably standing elsewhere and laughing at me, but I didn’t care. “We had a deal! Back to the closet and leave my pillow alone!”

I rolled back over. Poke. Poke. Poke.

“TO THE CLOSET!!! OR YOU’RE OUT!!!”

Yeah, another moment when the entity was having fun, and I was a jerk. It was also another lesson learned about living with entities. So long as they’re not doing any damage – why not let them have fun.